Guitar records

From March to October are the best months of my
Because you were there and held my hand
Now you're disappeared and I have no fine
I am devastated and it looks like the end
And I am still miss

Do you remember how we played on the strings
And how do we ran through the playings
And I swear now that I had a feelings
but you had only guitar records

It's strange to sitting here alone
know that I will not be waiting at home
I was happy when the dawn was on your skin
Like you were a saint, let go all my sins

Do you remember how we played on the strings
And how do we ran through the playings
And I swear now that I had a feelings
but you had only guitar records

Fear lives in my soul
You never understood your music
And I can not let go of the thought
That you spread your soul sake of money

Do you remember how we played on the strings
And how do we ran through the playings
And I swear now that I had a feelings
but you had only guitar records

I've never been a saint and a great
And I would never have sold the music for  weight
In my pocket
If this is art, then your words are prate
Your way is twisting. when everyone go straight
Only now I know. you're imperfect

Do you remember how we played on the strings
And how do we ran through the playings
And I swear now that I had a feelings
but you had only guitar records